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"Hmmm...." Mari just stared at the other redheaded woman as her eyes shifted around wildly. She paced back and forth in the hole, muttering to herself and practically clutching her head. By Mari's count the woman could have been there for a week if not more, with how she was acting. The pointed accusation just confirmed Mari's suspicions. "You know....if you stay on this floor for too long..." Mari lifted her hand to tap her temple. "It messes with you. Something fierce." The woman pushed herself up off her knees, good. Mari thought. At least she had the strength to stand and the wh

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Az was not fully there when suddenly above her a voice came, a quick wipe of her head as she looked up towards the person above her, 'You good down there, need help?' Well, of course, she needed help. How else would she have been sending messages out into the void, hoping to somehow get past this weird dungeon she found herself in? But her skepticism took the better of her, and she pointed her hand towards the lady, "How do I know you're not just another enemy that this place cooked up?" She said towards the redhead. But then she lowered her hand rather quickly, and as soon as she noticed the

"ianthe, shall we dance?" begin: the first song. the lights are dimmed a deep sultry red, hands emptied of half drained glasses, glasses whisked away by waitstaff in black. masked couples drift to the center of the floor, bodies pressed intimately close and swaying to the three-four beat of a nameless orchestral. sibyl more or less remembers both roles in a waltz. or the platonic image of a man asking a woman to dance. their understudy, ianthe... a dark flush is rising up the brunette's smiling face but she remains perched on the edge of the shadowed lounge, eyes flitting

She watched from the rooftop as they fluttered down in thousands. Black papers falling, casting a brief shadow over town. She reached a hand into the air, catching one, intercepting it's decent. The invitation was jet black with gold lining, the writing intricate and blood red. Fascinating. She stood, and jumped down from the roof, gracefully landing on the stone road beneath her. Seems as though I have a ball to attend. She didn't waste any time. Though she was proven to be rather antisocial, an intriguing event could only try to keep Vanta away. The thought of interacting with ot

“Maxwell? I’m—” A moment of hesitation. Should I be giving out my name here? The whole point is to avoid notice. Who could be watching, and how?” —Edict. It’s nice to meet you too.” Maxwell was a fascinating character. He seemed eager to throw himself into understanding Edict; and what was strange, something in Edict said he stood the best chance of not ending up with the rest of his partners that had tried. Never having met the man before, he felt they shared a kindred core. Edict could not explain it. It might have been the inscrutable way Maxwell had reacted to talking about

Bright brown eyes scanned the room behind the safety of a porcelain white mask, as if maybe, through some expert observation or careful intuition, she might come to recognize any of the other players that hid behind theirs. It was all for naught. She must have stopped thinking about it, given her surprise when Oscar’s brief announcement caught her attention and she realized she’d seen his face before. ’The host, I suppose.’ She silently mused, bringing her glass to her lips once more. He commanded the room’s attention without effort, it seemed, and presented himself with all the elegance of a

The small girl, face dappled with freckles and cheeks rosy red - nose filled with snot as she shoved her face straight into Jomei's shirt clutching him tightly, sobbing. She wiped her snot over his sleeve. And it wasn't till he started to lighty rub her back that she began to calm down, just enough to try and tell him what happened. "T-the baad man took me...I'm scared...wheres Jenny? I wanna go home...I dont like this..." She burst into tears again, practically latching onto Jomei. "You know this isn't a good look." Mari glanced up at Jomei, "Huh?" When did he...how d

As the final notes of the song swelled, their steps slowed into a gentle rhythm, completing one last turn, one final brush of fabric and heat between them. Plum's breath came light and uneven, her smile still luminous but subdued as she tried to recuperate. It was the kind of quiet moment that made the rest of the world disappear, the only thing mattering being their movement, music, and the faint press of his hand at her back. When finally they pulled away, she blinked up at her partner, ready to offer some teasing remark about their unexpected little tryst, but he had already reached a

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"Ah, shit. Thank God." she sounded as relieved as she looked, the tension releasing from her body as her shoulders relaxed. She must have still been deep in the forest when it happened, perhaps that was that bright light she saw? She passed it off as lightning, but the storm seemed a little bit more bearable after the flash. Leaning her back against a wall that once housed shelves of alcohol, she watched as Hirru moved further into the bar, nodding along as he shared information that she was already well aware of. After realization hit her, eyes opened a bit wider. The sword was delivered, som

iris watched as the corners of sin's mouth lifted, preparing a response. then— — cut to black. and iris' first instinct was the twitch of her head towards the ceiling, wondering what had caused the technical flaw, the mishap of the night. (perhaps, had they been paying attention to the host, at least iris would’ve known; sin looked like she was familiar with how the song and dance went as it were, by her hunch.) but in the dark, something took the breath out of her. a warm figure, firmly pressing up against her, drawing a gasp out of her tightened throat. and the pull the

Adelyte found herself leaning her shoulder against one of the support beams in the alchemist's shop while Faerie spoke with Zachariah. A whole spiel that she had heard one too many times. Smiling devilishly at Faerie, she mocked the potion crafter's unskippable speech with a yapping hand gesture. Blah blah blah. She has spoken with other NPCs before that had a soul, rather than some husk of a human with one daily task repeated over and over and over again. Either Zach here missed the boat on that system update, or this was his personality. Adelyte held onto hope that this would be the last tim

Oscar made an announcement, and Mari couldn't help but feel a well of emotion bubble up in her chest. Pride she was proud of him, and all he had accomplished, where others were forging ahead in the front-lines to escape he was forging something else. A way to keep people connected. A way to make people more human in a world that consistently denied them the simple notion. Mari swirled her drink, taking a long sip - then. The lights flickered out. The hairs on her neck prickled, her drink spilled - as Mari shifted ready to fight. Then... Lights flickered back on - she was still standing s

"Wha! Huh! Jevi?" He stepped back a bit as he recovered himself from nearly being splashed across the room. As he took a look at the roughed up and battered player before him, his thoughts ran rampant upon the current situation. What was she doing here? Was she apart of the support team? He couldn't remember if she was, or not. Why was she looking so rough? Was she.. one of the runners? "Well.." He composed himself as he lowered his guard finally. Jevi was not his enemy, but his friend. "We won. It wasn't going down for some time. It seemed immune to our attacks n

Reytac pushed his way into the shop, heading for the alchemist section. His muscles burned and his mind was fatigued - focusing on his crafting had burnt him out rather quickly. But he had heard that there was an alchemical potion that could be used to renew his focus and mental fatigue. And supposedly, some was for sale here. "Ho there rhe shop, here to see about buying some Respite, if you have any stock?"

Shop Post: Traveling Flame Transaction Date: 10/06/25 Cost of Transaction: 1020 Crafter's Profession: Appraiser Crafter's Rank: R5 Item Name: Refined Battle Hammer Item Tier: 2 Item Type: Weapon (Hammer) Item Rarity: Perfect Item Enhancements: Damage / Damage / Bleed Craft/Appraisal/Obtainment IDs & Rolls: Found ID: T2 Perfect Weapon [252737] ID 254319 |CD 4 | Mystic Essence Gain = 2 Item Description: A burnished bronze-gold hammer, designed to be used in one hand. The hammerhead is rimmed wi

He was not expecting the situation to go the way it did, and was more so surprised to be pulled away by the fiery one of the group. From what she was saying, it seemed like things were going one way, and not something that she wanted to be around. Though, Hirru was just as awkward, and didn't know how to proceed, except to follow with. He could tell just from the tone that his guildmate was upset. He wanted to do something, but his social interactions were more copying his more well versed friends. Waxing philosophically as Baldur would was not the right touch here. Nor was Mack's boiste

"would you show me a good time, sin?" Sin was about to answer, then the lights went out. Rather than wait for them to turn back on, Sin seized the opportunity. Pivoting to her left, she pressed her body against Iris and pinned her against the bar. A gentle touch removed the drink from her hands - the only obstacle that stood between them. Its presence was replaced by her torso. There was a new sensation, hands settling on the blonde’s hips. She could affirm that she would show her new companion a good time. But why would she use words when action was so much more delicious? Her

Second Song - Lights Out by bludnymph Oscar truly knew how to cultivate a vibe. Dark and mysterious was his raison d'être. But this was on a whole other level. She’d not expect this sort of turn-out, but it also didn’t bother her. Lydia had a wealth of experience performing for crowds much larger than this one. Although, none were quite so intimate. It almost made her wish Sam was here. Though, he might have found himself quite uncomfortable. Abellio was not the civilized sort of Player. She wagered that he would sooner hang himself with a neck tie than wear one. The music bega

He could, indeed, feel her heartbeat thundering out of her chest. It thrummed in time with his own. Oscar could scarcely recall a time when he’d found himself so thrilled. Or, at least, in a situation - with a companion - that was so thrilling. A shame that it had to come to an end. But as he allowed himself this one indulgence, he was quite happy it had been with her. He would think fondly back upon this memory and their entwined heartbeats. *"You won't forget me when the song is over, will you?"* “Never,” came Oscar’s reply. He raised his hand to his face, pressing his thumb and f

Someone came around the dark carriage, the Emerald Flame would flicker towards them before flicking back to the back. Beckoning them towards the rear end of the covered wagon. They would find the appraiser sitting on the back step, appraising one of his older crafts. "Oh, hello there! Need anything appraised?" He would ask before being dumped with a shit load of them. He had been warned before hand, but this was about what he thought would happen. The guild icon upon his health bar would tell it more. "Ah, you should have said so earlier. Mari said she found a prospecting

[MASKED] — lvl 101 — “It says we’ve been cordially invited to a Masquerade ball.” Morningstar leaned over the kitchen counter, twirling his coffee with a spoon until the milk turned it beige. He yawned, half-listening. “That’s nice, dear,” he murmured. Willow, still eyeing the ornate card, wandered into the kitchen. “Could be fun.” “Mm. Not really my scene,” Wobbly, he shuffled to the table across the room. The look she gave him could have frightened a tiger. “What do you mean? It’s exactly your scene,” she argued. “Sounds loud,” Star continued foolishly. Wi

Ripped denim and flannel, some fake fur on her forearms and shins. Slap some pointed wolf ears on top of her already brown hair - which she tousled to complete the look. That was all she needed to put together a quick, werewolf look to go out. Granted, she would have preferred to wear this to some sort of party, but the one one who came knocking was Adelyte. And to avoid sitting at home by herself this hallowed eve, she decided it was trick-or-treating or nothing. She'd get some candy out of it, at least. Couldn't be all that bad. *** At the top of the spiral staircase was some

How the hell was Acanthus a frontliner? She could barely handle a strong gust of wind and a few pumpkins hanging from the trees. Although… Even 3ulogy had to admit the gust of air at the entrance was a spooky touch. Unfortunately for whoever Jomei is, I like spooky stuff. Acanthus milled around the ground floor, looking at the weird art. 3ulogy had seen enough to know it was those weird freaky art pieces that looked normal until you looked for too long. Probably something that was like “oooooh, if you look in the window in the back of the painting there’s a scary face,” kinda stuff. It wa